Personality V: I will save everything

"Uncle Jose Badem, can we not rush back?"

The carriage was on the way back, but Carl suddenly wanted to go to another place.

Karl wanted to go see Victor, his friend with whom he only communicated through letters. Since the last time he asked to meet Victor, Victor stopped writing to him. Karl was worried that something had happened to Victor.

"Of course, Carl." To Jose Badem, it didn't matter anyway, as he had nothing urgent to do this afternoon.

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So the carriage changed direction and drove towards Victor's home. Along the way, Carl was anxious and kept praying that Victor was okay.

Finally, they arrived at Victor's door. Carl couldn't wait to get out of the car, ran to the door and knocked. However, no one answered.

Karl's heart sank, and he looked around uneasily. At this moment, he noticed some slight movements in the window next to the door, as if someone was peeping inside.

"Victor, is that you? I'm Carl, I'm worried about you!" Carl shouted.

After a while, the door slowly opened, revealing Victor's pale face. He looked a little haggard, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Carl...I thought you weren't coming." Victor said in a low voice.

Carl breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Victor, "How could I not come? What happened? Why don't you write to me anymore?"

Victor led Carl into the house without saying a word and gently closed the door. He sat quietly on the slightly worn sofa with his head lowered, as if he was in deep thought.

Time passed minute by minute. After a long time, he finally broke the suffocating silence and said in a low and slightly trembling voice: "Someone noticed it... They saw through the correspondence between us. They expressly forbade me to continue to contact you..."

However, Victor did not clearly point out who the mysterious person was. Perhaps he himself knew nothing about it, or perhaps he chose to conceal it deliberately for the sake of Carl's safety.

Carl looked around Victor's house and saw thick dust everywhere in the room, which showed that Victor had no intention of cleaning it recently.

The bouquet of beautiful roses that had been placed on the table had long lost its vitality, withered and dried, and the petals that fell down like snowflakes fell around the vase, but Victor seemed to ignore it and did not tidy it up. The whole room seemed particularly deserted and lonely, as if shrouded by an invisible sadness.

Seeing the state of the house, Carl decided to help Victor clean it. Although the manor was usually cleaned by servants, couldn't things like wiping things be done with hands?

But just as Carl found the broom in the house, Victor suddenly asked from behind, "Carl...will we be friends forever?"

"Of course." Carl said without hesitation, "What's wrong with you, Victor?"

"It's okay, Carl." Victor forced a smile, "Thank you for being my friend."

All the doubts Victor had about Carl seemed to no longer matter at this moment.

In the past, Victor was full of curiosity: Carl's dress and behavior all showed his aristocratic status, so why did he want to make friends with himself, who was at the bottom of society? This question was like a fog, lingering in Victor's mind for a long time.

Not only that, Victor also thought about another thing - he was familiar with all the postmen in the town, but when he asked these colleagues, the answers he got were surprisingly consistent: no one had ever delivered a letter to Victor's family!

So, if this is true, how did the letters that Carl exchanged with me arrive in Victor's small mailbox?

The most crucial point, which also puzzled Victor deeply, was that he knew deep down in his heart that a letter in a format like this could never be sent out!

After all, every letter that Karl sent to himself had neither a stamp nor a detailed address on it. It only had a simple line of words written on it: "Sent to my friend, Victor."

Carl looked at Victor, his heart full of worry. He decided not to think too much about it for now, and the most important thing was to help Victor clean the room.

Carl picked up the broom and began to sweep the dust and debris on the ground. Victor looked at him silently, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

However, if this scene fell into the eyes of an uninformed person, it would seem that Victor was a little ungrateful. After all, you are a low-level person sitting on a chair and letting a noble help you clean the house. Isn't this a little too ungrateful?

Soon, the room gradually became tidy. Carl was wiping the dust off the table when he suddenly found a piece of paper. He picked it up and saw a few words written on it: "Be careful, danger is approaching."

Karl's heart tightened and he looked at Victor, "What does this mean?"

Victor's face turned serious. "I don't know either, but I have a bad feeling. I always feel like someone is watching me during this period of time."

Carl held Victor's hand, "Don't worry, I will protect you. We are friends, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Victor nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of gratitude and worry, and he said softly: "Thank you, Carl. However, we must act with caution. Perhaps we really shouldn't have too much contact... This will be safer for you."

Victor whispered the last sentence next to Carl's ear.

Hearing this, Karl's eyes widened and he became a different person, his emotions instantly out of control.

Victor rushed towards the door like a mad beast, pulled it open with force, glared at Carl, and roared at the top of his voice: "Get out!" The sound was deafening, as if the whole world was shaking.

"Get out! Don't bother me anymore! Get lost!" Victor yelled, grabbing Carl's arm and pushing him out of the door mercilessly. Poor Carl was caught off guard and even tripped over the steps at the door, falling on his back in a miserable state.

However, Victor had already lost his mind at this time, and turned a blind eye to Carl who was lying on the ground, seemingly not realizing how rude and arrogant his actions were. He still glared at Carl fiercely, and kept repeating the cold and ruthless words in his mouth: "Get lost!"

With a loud "bang!", Victor slammed the door of his house, leaving Carl lying alone on the cold ground outside, feeling aggrieved and confused.

After Victor closed the door coldly, he leaned against the door and slowly collapsed to the ground.

I'm sorry, Carl, I'm sorry, but I really can't let an innocent person get involved, because you are my best friend... I can't let you get involved.

Victor buried his head deeply in his knees. He was afraid that those who were watching him would find out that he was crying.

Victor finally had a true friend, and someone finally sent him a letter. The happiest thing for him every day now is to open his mailbox to see if there is any letter from Carl.

But from now on, all this is over.

Victor slowly raised his head and looked towards the old wooden table in the living room. On the table, there should have been a bunch of beautiful yellow roses given to Victor by Carl. However, time passed by like a ruthless torrent. Even though Victor had devoted all his efforts to take care of the flowers, they still could not resist the erosion of time and gradually withered and died.

But even so, Victor never thought of cleaning it up. To him, as long as the withered yellow rose still lay there quietly, it meant that the deep and sincere friendship between him and Carl had never disappeared.

However, just now, when Carl started cleaning the room, he threw away the yellow rose that had long lost its vitality without hesitation, and carefully swept away the petals scattered around.

Victor watched all this silently, but did not stop it. Perhaps deep in his heart, he also thought that this was the most appropriate choice - to completely remove all traces of Carl, so that he would feel as if he had never had such a friend... Perhaps, only in this way could he comfort his tortured heart.

Victor stood up and walked away, using the curtains as a cover to watch Carl get into a carriage. He kept watching the carriage slowly drive away until he could no longer see it.

At the very end, Victor said, "Goodbye...my friend."

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Jose Baden sat quietly in the carriage, following Carl's small figure with his eyes until he stepped into Victor's house. However, what Jose Baden did not expect was that in such a short time, he actually witnessed Victor rudely pushing Carl out of the door.

Carl was stunned on the ground as if struck by lightning, as if he had lost all consciousness. It was not until Jose Baden jumped out of the carriage anxiously and quickly stepped forward to help him up from the cold ground that Carl came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream.

"Your hand is bleeding, Carl." Jose Baden looked at Carl distressedly, his tone full of concern and worry. It must be that when Carl was pushed out by Victor, he accidentally pressed his hand on the sharp stone in a panic, which caused the blood to ooze out of the wound.

"Hmm..." Carl responded in a muffled voice, but his eyes were fixed on his injured palm, and he remained silent. He seemed unaware of the pain, or perhaps the pain in his heart had already overshadowed the pain in his body.

"Let's go back first, Uncle Jose Badem." Carl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, with a hint of fatigue and sadness that was difficult to conceal. "I want to go home."

Hearing this, Jose Badem felt a pang in his heart. He stretched out his broad, warm hands, gently rubbed Carl's hair, and whispered to comfort him: "Okay, kid, let's go home." After that, he carefully helped Carl get on the carriage and slowly drove away from this sad place.

On the bumpy carriage on the way back, Carl solemnly recounted to Jose Baden what he had just experienced in Victor's house. He described in detail how he accidentally found the mysterious note, as if it contained an unknown secret; then he recalled Victor's sudden change in attitude, from friendly and kind to cold and ruthless, and how he was mercilessly pushed out of the door.

"It seems that the poor little guy has indeed encountered a big crisis." Jose Baden muttered to himself. When he first heard about this, he couldn't help but feel angry at Victor - how dare he treat Carl so rudely! However, as Carl gradually uncovered the truth behind the incident, Jose Baden gradually calmed down his anger, replaced by a deep understanding and concern.

It turned out that Victor seemed to be involved in a thorny and risky trouble. The reason why he took such a seemingly inhumane action was nothing more than to deceive those who were secretly monitoring him.

After all, once those sinister and cunning people knew that Victor had a close friend like Carl, even the innocent Carl would not be spared and would most likely be dragged into this endless turmoil and even face life threats.

Although Karl may not have taken such troubles to heart, it seems that Victor cannot be blamed. After all, when Karl wrote to Victor, he did not mention his true identity. The reason is that Karl only wanted to be an ordinary friend with Victor and did not want to mix in any extra emotional factors.

"Don't worry, Carl! I will definitely find a way to solve this matter, so please relax."

For a nobleman like Jose Baden, the fights between local gangs were not worth mentioning. Usually, the nobles would not bother to intervene in the disputes between these gangs - it was both troublesome and thankless, and even beneath their status.

However, even though they are too lazy to pay attention, it does not mean that they are helpless and powerless about it.

So, please believe in Jose Badem's ability, he will handle it properly.